8. - – Mackenzie
CHAPTER EIGHT
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MACKENZIE
Something hard is against my back. My fingers feel sticky with something that I’m trying to understand. I’m looking down at them, my camel skin is no longer that. It's red, a dark red?
“Mac, put the blade down?”
My eyes flick up at the familiar voice; the gray eyes boring into mine have looked at me many times before, have run their heated gaze over my naked body.
My gaze drops to the blade in my hand, blood dripping from my fingers. My head lolls to the side, and Elijah is watching me sadly.
“What did I do? Help me.” The last word breaks on a sob. I don’t know what I did.
“Mac, who are you talking to?” Killian says.
My head rolls to face him. What is he asking me, who I am talking to? Can he not see?
“Elijah, I’m talking to…” My head twists back to my best friend; the space where he was standing is empty. “No, he was right here!”
Killian moves closer to me, his voice soft. “Give me the blade, Mac, you're bleeding, and I want to get you some help.”
Why is he being so nice to me?
“You…you love watching me bleed,” I whisper, then squeeze my eyes tight, wishing that whatever this world is would vanish and EJ would be back, and we would be exploring the grounds, laughing.
Pressure around my wrists and the heady scent of Killian makes my eyes snap open.
He is so close to me that I can see the flecks of gold in his gray eyes.
His gaze lowers to my lips before he whispers, “I found out a lot about your little imaginary friend. Elijah Frost. Died by hanging two years ago in this very hospital.”
As he speaks, his words get lost in the confusion of my mind. I touch Elijah; I see him every day. He is alive.
“You’re lying,” I mumble.
Killian bursts out laughing, then lowers further to whisper in my ear.
“Keep talking about him, keep hiding your meds, I don’t mind.
It means you get to stay here with me.” His soft lips leave heat after they have touched the skin under my earlobe.
He then steps back. “Take her to the solidarity; she is a danger to herself and must remain bound.”
My eyes widen, and I scream as the nurses rush me. I fight them, kicking my arms and legs. My fingers reach out, grabbing onto whatever I can grasp. Hands claw at my flesh, their burning touch aimed to bring me down, but I refuse to give in. “Fuck you, Killian,” I shout.
Something hard wraps around one of my wrists, sending pain up my arm. My head lifts, and my eyes find Killian as he steps back, a smirk on his face.
I growl and thrash harder, wanting to get away from these nurses so I can punch Killian in the face.
Stinging erupts on my neck, followed by warmth, clouding me in darkness once more.